Chapter 186: I’m Going to Start

As it turned out, Han Meili wasn’t exaggerating. Although they didn’t go all the way, her tongue was exceptionally agile and enthusiastic. Every stroke across his sensitive spots felt electric, sending waves of tingling numbness through Lin Meng’s entire body. After about half an hour, he couldn’t hold back any longer and released everything into her mouth.

Afterward, Lin Meng didn’t waste any time and hurried straight to town.

Following the address Yang Xueqing had sent, he arrived at her door. Instead of knocking, he sent her a quick message. Less than a minute later, the front door clicked open. Yang Xueqing poked her head out and pulled him inside. "Xiaomeng, you’re finally here! I almost fell asleep waiting for you."

"Secretary Yang, I’m so sorry. Something came up at home and held me up a bit," Lin Meng said, scratching his head.

"It’s fine. You just became the village chief, so it’s normal for you to be busy." Yang Xueqing smiled softly and turned toward the coffee table. "Coming all the way out here so late at night must have tired you out. Have a seat first. I’ll brew you a cup of tea."

Lin Meng nodded and took a seat on the sofa. However, the moment he settled in, Yang Xueqing’s movements left him completely captivated.

As she bent over to pour the tea, her plump, perfectly rounded rear was angled directly toward him. Through her translucent purple nightgown, he could faintly make out the black lace of her underwear and the generous expanse of her pale, snowy cheeks. Lin Meng’s throat suddenly went dry, and the Yang Qi in his Dantian began to stir uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Yang Xueqing finished brewing the tea a moment later and slowly turned back around.

Lin Meng hastily averted his gaze and pretended to study the room. Even though she was the town secretary, the decor wasn’t lavish at all. It featured a simple sofa and coffee table, with numerous travel photos hanging on the living room walls. The place was spotlessly clean, and a faint, refreshing fragrance lingered in the air, creating a very comfortable atmosphere.

"Here, Xiaomeng. Try this tea and tell me how it is," Yang Xueqing said, walking over to hand him the cup. "Someone gifted it to me, but I haven’t tried it yet."

"Thank you, Secretary Yang." Lin Meng reached out to take the cup, unable to stop himself from stealing a few more glances at her. She must have just taken a shower; a soft flush lingered on her pretty face, and her short purple nightgown exposed her slender, snow-white arms, along with a deep expanse of tender skin at her neckline. She looked incredibly seductive.

"I’m already calling you Xiaomeng. Don’t call me Secretary Yang anymore, it makes us sound too distant," Yang Xueqing said, shooting him a playful, reproachful glare.

"You’re a few years older than me, so I’ll just call you Sister Xueqing!" Lin Meng smiled.

"That works." Yang Xueqing nodded with a smile before her curiosity shifted to the matter at hand. "Xiaomeng, you mentioned you could cure my bowlegs with massage. What exactly does the process involve?"

Lin Meng downed his tea in one gulp and explained, "Sister Xueqing, the process isn’t actually that complicated. I just need you to completely bare both of your legs. Then, I’ll use a specialized massage technique to realign and correct your bones. It’s just that..."

Yang Xueqing immediately grew tense. "Just what?"

Lin Meng rubbed his nose in embarrassment. "It’s just that my ancestral massage technique is a bit special. During the process, you might experience a rather... peculiar sensation."

"What kind of peculiar sensation?" Yang Xueqing clearly didn’t understand what he was getting at.

"The kind of sensation you only get when a man and a woman do... *that* kind of thing," Lin Meng admitted guiltily.

To treat Yang Xueqing, he had to use the Yin-Yang Saint Hand, but the side effects of the technique were completely unavoidable. If she had been any other woman, he might have brushed it off. But she was the town secretary. If he didn’t warn her in advance and she thought he was just taking advantage of her, he would be in deep trouble. As for whether she would actually believe his warning, Lin Meng really had no idea.

"Ah? That... that’s..." Yang Xueqing’s face instantly flushed crimson. Suddenly as bashful as a little girl, she stammered, entirely at a loss for words.

Her flustered reaction left Lin Meng staring in a daze. He wondered how someone of Yang Xueqing’s age could still be so easily embarrassed by this kind of topic. Was it possible she was still a virgin? The mere thought made his heart race a little faster.

"Sister Xueqing, I’m not trying to take liberties with you," he explained quickly. "I just didn’t want you to misunderstand my intentions later, so I had to tell you upfront. If you aren’t comfortable with it, we don’t have to—"

"As long as it cures my legs, I can accept it," Yang Xueqing said, cutting him off.

Growing up with bowlegs had been a constant source of insecurity for her. Now that she finally had a chance to fix them, there was no way she would pass it up. As for the treatment’s side effects, she felt shy, but she was mostly driven by curiosity. While she had dated a few men in the past, they had all broken up due to personality clashes before things ever reached the bedroom. She had never actually experienced what it truly felt like to be a woman in that regard.

Based on the adult films she had watched, the actresses always made it seem like the most pleasurable, soul-stirring experience in the world. She wondered if it really felt as intensely euphoric as they made it out to be.

"Then... when should we begin, Sister Xueqing?" Lin Meng asked, fighting to suppress his surging restlessness.

"Follow me," Yang Xueqing murmured. She turned around and led him into the bedroom.

The bedroom was incredibly cozy and inviting. As soon as she walked in, Yang Xueqing lay down on the bed, her hands resting nervously over her lower abdomen. "I’m ready. You can start."

Lin Meng looked down at her and cleared his throat. "Sister Xueqing, I’ll need you to pull your nightgown up a bit. Just up to your lower abdomen should be enough."

Yang Xueqing’s face grew even redder. Doing that would essentially leave her lower half completely exposed to his eyes. However, desperate to finally become a normal woman, she steeled her resolve. Grabbing the hem of her nightgown, she pulled it all the way up to her belly.

Instantly, her slender thighs and sheer black panties were bared entirely to Lin Meng’s gaze. He could even clearly make out a few stray, curly dark hairs escaping from the delicate lace edges of her underwear. But what drew his attention most was the prominent, tempting swell at her center—one look was enough to tell how exceptionally plump and inviting she was.

"Sister Xueqing, I’m going to start now." Lin Meng swallowed hard, forcing down the wicked heat flaring up in his chest, and rested his hands firmly against her pristine white thighs.

The silky, delicate texture of her skin sent an involuntary shudder through his body, leaving his mouth incredibly dry. Taking a deep breath, he began to slowly knead the flesh of her legs.

"Ah!" Yang Xueqing’s body jolted slightly. The sudden, electrifying tingle forced a soft moan from her lips.

"Sister Xueqing, are you alright?" Afraid it might be too much for her to handle, Lin Meng immediately stopped his hands.

"I’m... I’m fine. Keep going." Yang Xueqing bit her crimson lower lip, her face flushing so bright it looked as if it might bleed.

Lin Meng nodded, his expression turning solemn. Channeling the power of the Yin-Yang Saint Hand, he officially began the massage.

"Mmm... ah..." Yang Xueqing couldn’t hold back her breathy moans. An intoxicating wave of numbness washed over her entire body, and a building heat began to pool in her core, sending tiny, rhythmic tremors straight through her most intimate places.

As Lin Meng’s palms grew warmer and warmer against her skin, the sensation only intensified. Slowly, Yang Xueqing felt her entire body melt into a puddle of trembling bliss. The overwhelming pleasure left her lightheaded, as if she were soaking in a bath of warm, sweet honey. It felt as though even her very bones were letting out soft, satisfied sighs of ecstasy...